Miss Roselyn Sawyer; the beautiful CEO of Canopy of Crystal, a flourishing jewelry company.
Dominic Pierce; the young and new bodyguard who was just returned his freedom.
All she wanted to know were three simple things.
1) His height, weight, fighti...
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ROSELYN
"Why're you callin' me?"
I sat in my bed with my laptop open— the 3D concept art of my newest collection had just been sent in. It looked pretty good, but I was putting in my comments on the positives, the negatives, and what needed to be edited.
But with my ear to my phone I found my mood squashed. The past week had been an up and down rollarcoaster of emotions that I couldn't get off of— it was fine though, I'd just close my eyes and ride that damn ride.
"You been alright, Rose?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "Goodnight, Derek."
"Wait Rose— c'mon," Derek scoffed and I could hear him move around in whatever he was sitting in or laying down on. ".. I really am trying to talk to you as a friend—"
"— When were we ever friends, Derek?" I murmured.
"Roselyn—"
"— No because all you ever wanted was to have sex with me, Derek— we're not friends. I met you when I was workin' for Seth, and you decided to stay glued to my ass," I blurted out; I was tired of his.. everything. I had known him for over a decade so our relationship was complicated. A life-long business partner that I could never truly get rid of; Derek always modeled my product. ".. Us? You, me, and Bonnie— that was all business to me, you know that. God, you even fucked her."
Derek clicked his tongue and I could hear him start to gulp something. Of course, he was drinking when was he ever sober?
"I need.. to get married.." He grumbled.
Huh?
"Yeah you do," I mumbled— I was ready to hang up. ".. so you can finally leave me alone."
I scrolled down the document and looked at each picture. I needed a name for this collection, maybe something like—
"— Whose been with you? Don't tell me you've by yourself.." Derek questioned suddenly.
I frowned, "I'm fine— I haven't been alone."
And there was a moment where the line fell silent. For a second I thought he had hung up on me, which would honestly be for the better. But then I heard glass clink against some desk or table— Derek always had a bit of an alcohol problem for as long as I've known him.
I sighed, "I'm busy, Derek.. I'm hangin' up—"
"— Have you seen Dominic.. that's his name right?"
